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white light |
| Written by rachael | |
| Sunday, 20 April 2008 | |
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For lord’s sake I’m dying. Just put me out of my misery.“Here have a blanket to keep warm.” A young man’s voice whispers. Look I’m appreciative of you caring for me so much but…I have been stabbed multiple times, I have a missing arm and I’m in terrible pain. Please just kill me. The young man carefully lays the blanket on the injured man. He wipes the sweat from the mans forehead with a wet rag. Another feeds the fire with a log; it let out a hiss with hunger. Thanks for the blanket…now I’m itchy and in pain. Please I can’t take it anymore. I just want to die. The injured man lets out a gurgling cough. It was a sign of death coming close. The young man rushes to his side. “You can’t die! I need your help.” He cries. “I still have much to learn!” What’s that light? Where am I? Something is urging me towards the light. Its warmth welcoming me into its glow. I think that I’m dead. I’m no longer in pain. Ha! My arm is back! Thank you son for looking after me. “D-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ad!” The young man yells into the night. The other man pulls the boy off the dead man. He holds the sobbing mass tightly in his arms. “It’s over boy, he’s gone.” He whispers into the boy’s ear. “He’s gone to a better place.” Copyright 2008 rachael |
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